Rogan smut

Working blue

"So do you have pics of your trip?" Rory asks, cozying up to Logan, wearing his blue shirt.

"Why, yes I do. Grab my camera in the pants pocket."

As Logan scrolls through the pictures, he tells Rory about the boy's adventures in Europe. "So this is the wheel of cheese we rolled down the hill. We had to chase after it."

"If you get to the bottom first, do you win?"

"There is no win or lose. Except for my pinkie finger." Logan says holding out his bandaged pinkie.

Logan sips from his glass of water and takes a look around. "These are some nice digs, Ace."

"Yeah. You haven't even seen the bedroom yet."

"Wow, Ace you're making me feel cheap. You're working blue on me." Logan stands with a sheet loosely wrapped around his waist, heading to the bedroom.

"Logan, I swear I wasn't working blue." Rory says, reaching out to grab Logan by the arm.

He turns and wraps his arms around her, dropping the sheet to the ground. "You really weren't working blue, huh?"

Rory pulls her eyes away from Logan's erection to stare at his face, her mouth a little dry. "No, I swear I wasn't working blue."

"And now?" Logan snakes his hand up the shirt she is wearing, his shirt, to her naked skin.

Rory moans at the contact. "Maybe."

Logan grabs her by the hand and says, "Come on then tour guide. Give me a tour."

Rory leads Logan to the bedroom door. "Well, there's the closet." She feels Logan move behind her. "It's huge. That's my bed." Logan's hands massage her neck and shoulders, his breath hot on her neck. "That's the mirror and the dresser. And that's about it." 

Logan's hands travel to her breasts, massaging them and flicking her nipples. "How big and comfy is that bed?" He asks, his mouth sucking on her.

"I think California king. And pretty comfortable." Rory gasps as Logan sucks on her skin harder, his hands traveling down the shirt to unbutton them. He takes off the shirt, throwing it to the side, leaving Rory naked, just how he likes it.

Logan walks them in front of the dresser where there is a mirror. "Do you know how beautiful you are?" She shakes her head.

Rory is always uncertain about her looks. She still sees herself as this awkward teen in a Chilton uniform.

"Well let me show you how beautiful you are." Logan says. "You have the most beautiful blue eyes that can stare at someone deep in their soul."

Rory turns her head to pull Logan into a kiss. He acquiescences. Pulling away only to mention her luscious full lips that speak magical words to bring him to his knees.

Logan holds Rory's hands and massages her breasts with them. Rory tries to pull away. "I want you to see how beautiful you are. I want to see you touch yourself."

Rory nods, allowing Logan to guide her hands back to her breasts. "Have I told you you have the most beautiful breasts? Perfectly shaped. And just the right size for my hands."

After massaging her breasts, Logan leads her hand down to her vagina. Rory protests. "No Logan. I don't want to do that."

"Why not?"

"Not in front of you." Rory blushes. She wants him to do it because he can do it so much better.

"Ace, I have heard you do it for me on the phone. Now I want to watch. Please." Logan pouts. "For me. Do it once. And if you really don't enjoy it, you don't have to do it again, ok?"

Logan's hands still on her breast, waiting patiently for Rory to answer. Rory moans as she nods her assent.

Logan guides their hands down to her vagina. "Hmm. You're wet. You're excited by this." Rory moans with pleasure.

He uses her thumb to massage the clit. Logan licks his lips as he watches Rory pleasure herself with little assistance from him. Rory inserts her middle finger, closely followed by a second.

Logan turns her around to face him so he can have a better view. Rory takes her hand off of her vagina. "No. Please don't stop. I want to watch.

He sits her on top of the dresser, widens her legs as she massages her clit and inserts her fingers. While watching her pleasure herself, Logan wraps his hand around his dick, massaging up and down.

After five minutes, Rory's whole body turns bright red. Logan can tell she is about to come. He takes her by the lips, his hand between her things, thrusting his fingers alongside Rory's inside of her, massaging her clit until she groans into Logan's mouth as she comes.

With her body still convulsing from her orgasm, Logan opens her legs wider and thrusts into her.

"Oh, Ace. That was beautiful." He thrusts into her for each syllable. "God, thank you for letting me see that."

Rory bites her lip, trying to stifle a moan. Logan brings her once more to the edge. He kisses her hard just as she starts to scream. Logan thrusts into her faster as they reach the peak together.

Logan stays semi hard inside of Rory, both their breaths coming out in loud pants. "Wow." Logan says.

Rory nods her head. Logan pulls out of her finally and carries her to bed. He cuddles up behind her, kisses her cheek and whispers, "thanks for the tour."

Rory murmurs back to him an indiscernible reply before sleeping. Logan throws a sheet over their naked bodies before joining her in sleep.